Category: Eve Moore
Written by Eve Moore
I ferried the stones with such care from where they sit gracing my
home to where they are now graced by the moon/sun, recharging
by the cosmic light of the heavens, the worlds known and unknown.
Among my many precious stones is one whom I turn to again and
again, keeping it always close to hand, oft tucked under my pillow
so that I may curl it into the palm of my flesh and feel its power.
Chrysanthemum stone. A polished oval fitting wholly, perfectly in
my open paw, poised atop a carefully gathered bundle of stones,
fell onto the slate of the place where moonbeams fall, and broke.
Oh! Not you! No, not you, I thought. Heartbroken for my clumsiness,
my lack of better care, my failure to safeguard its journey. Steeping
in the hot brew of these thoughts/feelings I took myself up to bed.
Preceded by a sacred soak in a salty bath sprinkled with clary sage —
balance. Still, steeping: what does it mean?…to break a beloved stone
the night of this new moon/solar eclipse dawn? And the bell struck.
And my inner self spoke: what does it mean to you? And I thought,
how perfect, really, this new symbol, this new break with the past.
Breaking all the limits, thinking, beliefs masquerading as my own.
That I am not enough, not smart, clever, beautiful, worthy, valuable,
capable, able enough to do/be whatever it is I wish. Even something as
insignificant as transporting a beloved stone safely to a moonstruck windowsill.
Breaking these bindings unwittingly, unconsciously blinding my sense, my
freedom. My whole. Broken. Open. As seeds, flowers—hearts do. This stone has done,
rending its neither black nor white a talisman of a new way of being in this world:
much more whole for my many, many parts, my many dimensions that fit seam-
fully together, however separate they may appear from a vantage too near.
They are integrated in a way that I’m learning to see, to trust, honor, allow.
Broken into five pieces on this day of 10 — change. And so I take
this holy gift into my human hand feeling the edges of its broken
state, and I rejoice in my ability to know it as good. And so it is.
Eve Moore ©2021
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Eve Moore: Once a professional writer of advertising, I saw the light & it has shown me words of a different nature. And so I take them down & offer them up. And all is well.
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